Feathers (Fields)

Winds that are crashing and clouds that are turning A premonition of sails that were burning Woke up in silence and looked out my window Its weathers like these turn women to widows Drawn by another into each other Lie in the heathers woven to covers Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers Welcome the weights that will you back to me Call on the ravens and send them out to sea Feathers of stray birds that lead you the way home Its weathers that turn women to widows Drawn by another into each other Lie in the heathers woven to covers Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers Drawn by another into each other Lie in the heathers woven to covers Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers Drawn by another into each other Lie in the heathers woven to covers Sleep like a deadwieght fragile as feathers